The White Knight: Tirant Lo BlancMartorell, Joanot
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The White Knight: Tirant Lo Blanc
Martorell, Joanot
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Adventure stories; Knights and knighthood -- Fiction
The count found himself at the advanced age of fifty-five, and
moved by divine inspiration he decided to withdraw from the
practice of arms and make a pilgrimage to the holy land of
Jerusalem. This virtuous count wanted to go, because he felt
sorrow and contrition for the many deaths he had caused in his
youth.
That evening he told the countess, his wife, about his plans, and
although she was virtuous and discreet, she became very upset at
the news because she loved him so much. In the morning the count
had all his servants, both men and women, come to him, and he
said:
"My children and most faithful servants, it is the will of His
Divine Majesty that I should leave you, and the time of my return
is uncertain. Since the journey will be very dangerous, I want
to pay each of you now for all the good services you have
rendered to me."
He had a large chest full of money brought out, and to each of
his servants he gave much more than he owed, so that they were
all very satisfied. Then he gave the countess all his land and
all his rights. And he ordered that a ring of gold be made with
his and the countess's coat of arms on it, and this ring was made
in such a way that it was divided into two parts. Each part was a
complete ring in itself, showing half the coat of arms of each of
them, and when the two halves were joined together the entire
coat of arms could be seen.
When all this had been done, he turned to the virtuous countess,
and said kindly:
"I know that you will accept my departure with love and patience,
and if it is God's will, my journey will soon be over. I am
leaving in your charge everything I have. And here is half of
the ring I had made. I beg you dearly to hold it in my stead,
and to guard it until I return."
"Oh, dear!" cried the countess. "Then it's true, my lord, that
you are leaving without me? At least allow me to go with you so
that I can serve you. I would rather die than go on living
without you. Just when I was thinking that all my misfortunes
were over, I see that my unhappiness is only increasing. I'm
left with only this poor son as a pledge from his father, and his
sad mother must be consoled with him."
She seized her small son by the hair and pulled it, and then
slapped his face, saying:
"Cry, my child, for your father's departure, and you will be good
company to your mother."
The tiny infant, who had been born only three months before,
burst out crying. The count, seeing both mother and child in
tears, felt deeply grieved, and he could not hold back his own
tears. And for some time he could not speak, while all three of
them wept.
The count took his leave of her, kissing her again and again,
tears running freely from his eyes. He said farewell to the
other ladies, and when he left he took only one squire with him.
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